Sos - Walk the Walk, Pt. 1 (Freestyle) Lyrics

I got something to say to all you trash rappers
Sit tight because I don't know if you're ready for this
When she coming over
She blowing me till I'm sober
And you'll probably never know her
Because once I hit it I quit it
Because these bitches got my mind feeling twisted
Twisted with the sickness of wanting to stick my dick up in they trenches
Look bro
I am the guy that's hickory dicker y docking my dick in these hoes
You look like you've seen a ghost
Standing there kinda froze
Maybe you should reevaluate your composure
Sure
I didn't need to know
That you're an illiterate f*ck in desperate need of some exposure
Sure does seem like you need a nap
Because all of the words coming out your mouth are sounding kinda crap
Yea you hear that click clack
That's the sound of my piece
Whoop whoop
That's the sound of the police
Coming after me
Because they heard that you f*cked with me
And they already know I blew a whole through your nose
Just so I could hear you scream
Moss berg sitting in the trunk
You already know I do not give a f*ck
I pull up to the trap and you better f*cking duck
Because when I'm done with that nonsense
I roll up something to get me stuck
Hold up
I gotta take my time with that thing
Because your boy loving the Mary Jane
Just know I'm not in it for the fortune or fame
I just wanna tame the lames from influencing the kids
Trying to ride up in my lane
What lane man
That's the fast lane
Then the cash came
So I guess I gotta make it rain
Man f*ck that shit
I'm a stack it up and probably give it all to my kid
So we can escape poverty because I gotta say
Im feeling like im a little bit over this
But I guess it is what it is
When you coming from this give and take like that we live
Bliss is all that I feel when I kiss the mic
With the rhymes
That fly right outta my mind
Into the sky we fly yea we trying to take flight
Man that's all I'm saying
So relax your eyes as I unwind
This lyrical essence that's captivated the intellectual types
I call it intercepting the hype
And I hope that you like
It
Shit
But I don't really give a f*ck though
Because when im coming for you im coming for that throat bro
No homo
You could call me the rap game cut throat
I'm a hit the blunt in slow mo
Like a show boat
While you looking like a joke so
Take a step back and get back to the realness
Because soon or a later mother f*ckers is gonna feel this
And have me back on the mic
Full time
Seeing if I'm meant to kill this shit
Whats been done to the rap game got me spitting nothing but that illness
Man I hate the drugs
For what they have made some of y'all become
It seems your lyrical concepts are nothing less than dumb
But I'm here to strangulate everything you've succumb to
Because I feel like f*cking numb dude
I just hope that everything I dream comes true
And if it doesn't I wont know what to do
Ill be stuck playing 90's rap on loop
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Kill em
They telling me I'm going soft just because I done had a kid
They lack the vision to see I'm focused and motivated
Because when you see somebody shine like this
You absolutely gotta hate it
My apologies for the wait I guess I procrastinated
The average mother f*cker on the beat
And you know that I am always gonna slay it
Pay it
Forward
Into my bank account
Because I'm accepting all sums of large amounts
Shh
Listen up
You don't wanna run that mouth
Because in the south
I'll be honest we will knock you out
You've probably heard rumors of what we all are about
That's loyalty money and the honeys
And you wanna shout it out from the top of a mountain
But every time you wanna say something their like
Shut up!
You're a f*cking white kid!
Well I got news for you
I'm gonna murder every track and leave it nothing less than bruised
And if that's an issue
Get you a tissue
Because im climbing to the top
Ain't nobody gonna miss you
You little f*cking bitch you
I'm a see you soon
Yea mother f*cker
I'm a
I'm a
I'm a see you soon
I'm a see you soon
Yea